#pxyro

[mayhxm]

[ text to ; mr. impossible ] [ saturday 2:17 am ]

[ jax on i need tyou to come to the park drIHGT NOW ]

[ tH erei s so mcuh fuckign blood idon't know what to do ]

[ i'm sc ared jazx i don't want to die oepalse i need you ] 

[ fCK THEy RE BACK ] 

[brutx]

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[irozukuhanakotoba]

             Step, pull back, arm swish, draw it backward.                            Fan wave, double slow step, clap to the fan, fan wave, repeat the clap, step back.         Slow, graceful, gentle.                      Be like the waters of a pond, unblemished, nearly translucently still.

  Breathe.                                     In, out, in out.                                Relax, sit for a break.      It was past the midnight hours, and the young male dressed in a refined kimono could do nothing but practice.              His tea serving? Commendable.              His flower arranging? Excellent.              His music? Potently moving.              His calligraphy and poetry? Absolutely stunning.                 Everything he had study as a geisha in training, a maiko, was paying off.         And now, he was stuck ---- he could not yet master the dance he needed to master.                               Dammit.

                                            In a show of his true masculinity, fingers practically tore off his kimono, going to the stream and washing make up off.                                       There, in naked glory, he practically threw a childish tantrum, complaining and grumbling.                                                Most of all, his gaze was pointed mainly towards his nether regions, as if cursing them.                                         Why wasn't he born female, to spare the Kagami family the trouble of dealing with him?                                                            Him, the screw up?

[acxdia-blog]

              soft pants escaped pale lips, brows               pulled together as she watched the               bus drive off -- without her. damn her               luck, she was only late by a minute. 

[timidrxse]

{✚} "C-Cuddles!" Running up towards whom she thought was the boy who usually who the bunny slippers as to offer him some of the baked goods in the tin she held, a wave was given before her arm fell and ruby orbs became wide when not greeted by the bunny's golden hues and those of a closer shade to hers. The young woman's face first became pale before her cheeks heated with a deep blush that could have made her own crimson locks jealous. "O-Oh you a-a-aren't Cuddles... I-I-I am... So s-s-sorry..." Sounding as if she were on the brink of tears, Flaky began to take trembling steps backwards with breath held in her lungs as if afraid to simply breath while in the presence of the stranger.